you believe Paint your hair in crimson red Paint your eyes in blue instead Paint your hair in crimson red Paint your eyes in blue instead Paint your hair in crimson red
Übersetzung: Roses Are Red. Gespräche.
Under this city you'd find what used to be my dreams. When you rise over the skyline it makes a mess of everything. And to this day I wonder what it'
with you, my dear. I'll stay awake just to know lyou're still here. Your hands are on the back of my neck again. Your eyes are in the air. I will stay
Your intentions wrapped and sealed carefully. Patiently my eyes will follow line by line. Paint a picture where you'd rather be tonight. Honestly it
I'm doing all I can to wait until I hear this straight from you Well I'm mixing colors, mixing signals, missing you I've tried a thousand times Breathe
My cigarette lights up the road behind me. It's taking me from you. I'm kicking dirty habits. Will you have it? Say something. Breathe it in. You've
As night falls, your words are ringing above all. And now the summer rain is gone. Pawn the photos on your wall. I'm standing in the same place that
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I'd paint your hair crimson red. And your eyes blue instead. If I could I'd draw a heart for you. Fix it in between the essence of my hands. Illuminate
Don't say you're sorry. I've heard it far too many times. We play these stupid games from a million miles away. But I don't care. As long as I can hold
So honestly. The way your body tells the story of the summer nights you spent away from me. And honestly, there is no other place I'd rather be. So sound
stay ya! Lookin' like the mayor! Two minutes of conversation and she began to prayers! It's like taht honey! Will end up takin' some money Her friends are
this is real, five hearts of steal, pouring and beating... we are whole as one, from nothing we will become and make our way... you are the broken wheel
secure in the skirts of the midsummer wood Cooking soup with stale words and fresh meanings, it tastes so good The green wolf with his bunch of red roses
for the sick with the see-saw, the inverse, obverse converse, reverse of reverse the diverse and converse of reverse and perverse and sweet pyrotechnics
got a groovy latin voodoo magic back I get worried about it I said until it snows in California (Fornia) I need to love you, red rose love's the way
Autumn when it isn't high Spring, There are men of many colors and women of all races wearing white, white linen and smiles on their faces - Blue rose... There are roses
